I'm A White Male, Age 18 To

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.